I built myself a wall of unhappy hearts by sixlessthansixty, literature
Literature
I built myself a wall of unhappy hearts
I hide away because I want to be alone
but I also want to be found
I withdraw because I don’t want to talk to anyone
but I want to be heard
I pull back because I am afraid
but I want someone to help me be brave
What's wrong, mommy? by sixlessthansixty, literature
Literature
What's wrong, mommy?
What`s wrong, mommy?
Who is this man
All dressed in white?
He strokes my head
Promising it will be all right.
What`s wrong, mommy?
Why are you sad?
Why are you crying?
I`m so tired
But I`ll keep trying.
What`s wrong, mommy?
He stuck me with a needle
And you left the room.
Don`t you know I need you?
I feel like I`m doomed.
What`s wrong, mommy?
The man speaks softly
As he pets my head
It`s getting dark, mommy
I think it`s the end.
Goodbye mommy
I`ve been sick
For so, so long
But don`t be sad, mommy
I`ll never truly be gone.
The jog from happy to
hopeless
and back
makes me feel like a record
sk-sk-sk-skipping
between lyrics.
It never lasts too long;
I can jump back a bit faster now.
It began with a cough.
Just a simple cough, surely the result of some pathenogenic pest
Aggravating my lungs
Just for the hell of it. People make great hosts, you know.
The coughing quickly became hacking
Gasping for air and gagging from the ferocity of the bacterial assault
On my weakening body.
No doubt these microbes were resistant to medication.
I started seeing things.
I do not remember much before I was born...
I remember it was dark and cold after I was born. There was warmth above me--at least I think it was above me--so I reached up... up... It was difficult, for there was a heaviness that kept pushing down on me. When I broke through it was so warm and for the first time I saw light.
I remember feeling small when I first saw the world. Everyone else was so much taller than I was.
I remember the first time the light went away. I remember being so afraid at first, shivering in the darkness, until I looked up and saw tiny facets of light in the blackness. After that, I wasn`t so afraid anymore.
I reme
My fondest memories are
not of Disney Land,
nor of beach vacations,
or even graduating high school...
When I look back into the past
and reach for a moment
to make my heart go a-flutter
and warm my soul
I think of you.
I remember picking you up at the airport
and being so nervous.
Listen up:
i never said i wasn't jaded/cynical/sarcastic/cold/cruel.
(why don't you pick an adjective, honey, coz i've heard 'em all)
you've barely scratched the surface-- are you brave enough to find the girl under the laughter and joking smiles? i am sosososo tired of being used, abused, disappointed, left behind-- not good enough.
are you willing to put yourself on the line? i refuse to accept anything less than everything. do you have the courage to chase me? because i am
runrunrun running
and i'm not about to slow down. if you want me...
you'd better keep up.
Fleeting smiles and warm embraces and I will (always) be there
Pretty words flow from laughing lips
And even though we know that always really means never
(Because always is an impossibility)
We still accept those empty promises and hold them close
Gently pressed against wounded hearts
Left in the back of our minds to gather dust in firefly jars
Arms around shaking shoulders and I will (always) be there
Tears flowing from eyes squeezed shut
And even though we know that always really means never
(Because to say sometimes would be cruel)
We still say those empty promises and press them close
Gently pressed against bleeding souls